"Destined Minds"

Dance of Autumn Leaves

Carefully crafted the third season
of deciduous trees and leaves
gently swaying and basking in
sunlight amidst a back drop blue sky

the autumnal equinox staves off the winter solstice
taking joy in all the colorful hues
of browns and golds, deep reds and ambers
as it waves goodbye to Summers bliss

and now awaits the first leaf - must fall
and to the world - Autumn, Autumn, Autumn it must call

feel the breeze whip around the bark
Autumn winds crisp and stark

and so the leaves dance and play
to the winds song that has travelled afar
beyond the north as we know it
to revel in this beautious season

though at first glance one sees the season
as one dying as it lays and dry upon the ground
and we see not, we feel not the life that might be emerging
only seeing the browns and golds, deep reds and ambers

and now awaits the first leaf - must fall
and to the world - Autumn, Autumn, Autumn it must call

feel the breeze whip around the bark
Autumn winds crisp and stark

strange it seems, this change of season
that bursts into colors beyond our senses
silhouettes and shades that cast it's shadows
sprinkled beween stark limbs soon to be naked

unremembered sleep of Autumn wrestling with
the nearing of winters cry - yet but a snap
of time that passes this way all to quickly
artfully and splendidly crafted color

and now awaits the first leaf - must fall
and to the world - Autumn, Autumn, Autumn it must call

feel the breeze whip around the bark
Autumn winds crisp and stark

and so this dance of Autumn soon must end all but too quickly
as autumn's quilt lies silent on the ground beneath
the great trees, the teller of time
and bid the north winds song of frolic goodbye.....

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009

THE VEIL

The veil that makes
all lies undecipherable
that obscures a hidden message
making the truth imperceptible

The nun and priest
Veil remnants of the past
the covering of habits
that have long last

Veil of mist that covers
the grey cobbled stone wall
and falls over the mew
silencing the morning call

Over the head and shoulders
The veil takes shape
over her soft young form
as sheer chiffon drape

So who can see beyond the veil
who peers out at life beneath
guarded hearts of fabric?

Who dares to venture and lift the
veil and connect with life and
leave behind the tragic?

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009

I wake.......

I wake
and breath comes with mornings light
the doves coo in the trees

I wake
and breath comes with mornings light
as cool is felt in Autumns breeze

I wake
and breath comes with mornings Light
and life has come to me

I wake
and breath comes with mornings light
of grandeur and possibility

I wake
and breath comes with mornings light
as lifes pulse quickens my heart

I wake
and breath comes with mornings light
for the joy felt at days start

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008

EBB AND FLOW OF FORTUNE

the ebb and flow of fortune
that comes your way and hides
just out of reach as the world
turns the tides

the chance happening of adverse event
the toss of coin the foretelling of ones
destiny that can change the course of
time and distance all emnity

unknown and unpredictable phenomenon
the state of process of known senses
without benifit of reasoning or intuition
seen through clouded lenses

and who will call on lady luck
to guide the falling hand of cards
and is the result a mere victim of circumstance?
that is often left to chance

and ebb and flow of fortune
unbroken continuity like wheat
flowing into a silo pours its wave
unsettling once known serenity

of harvest the crop that which you have sown
so blame not lady luck or hand fortune
over to Murphy and take the breath of life and say
not that it suck

so make your fortune well and sieze the moments
glory as one would take hold of the golden sap
that is once gashed in the tree and turn a handy
profit of a richness that pours our free

for all life is metred and such is the ebb and
flow of fortune so abound and teem with
coffers flowing with treasure and live your
life to it's fullest measure

and don't become hardened like the residual of
lava flow keep the stream open and be prepared
to swim against the tide so that at the end
of day in peace you can abide

to meet your fortune in the ebb and flow
of lifes sequential outpouring and remember all
return and give accountability to the source

from whence we first came nought without remorse.


Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008

THE MINDS OF MEN

The minds of men that
make monkeys of us all
Piltdown and Nebraska
that would have us bent over and small

so where be the origins of man
semantics that call out cry
the beginning of us all and
as if to soften with lullaby

so how can it be when no animal
be mans equal and our uniqueness
made in the image of God for
surely we have risen

from primordial sludge and
from the blindness of science
that would have us all chasing
piggy tails

For Nebraska was no more than a wild pig
which gave us nought more than a wild pig
chase through the doors of so called science
that clearly has gone off the rails

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long

FOOTNOTE:
Only three ways to make an “apeman”
Knowing from Scripture that God didn’t create any apemen, there are only three ways for the evolutionist to create one.

1. Combine ape fossil bones with human fossilbones and declare the two to be one individual-a real “apeman.”
2. Emphasize certain humanlike qualities of fossilized ape bones, and with imagination upgrade apes to be more humanlike.
3. Emphasize certain apelike qualities of fossilized human bones, and with imagination downgrade humans to be more apelike.

These three approaches account for all of the attempts by evolutionists to fill the unbridgeable gap between apes and men with fossil apemen.